#FoodFri Glutton in Tokyo 2

tsuke men

This is a follow up of Glutton in Tokyo part 1 which I posted last week.

On Day 2 of my Tokyo trip, I walked around Shinjuku waiting for the day to end so I can spend the night at Ooedo Onsen Monogatari’s hot springs.

Tsuke-men

I visited the Tokyo Municipal Building around noon. As it was a Sunday, most of the shops under the skyscrapers were closed.

Luckily, the noodle shop was still open.

Naoku at Tokyo Municipal Building
Naoku at Tokyo Municipal Building

Tsuke men, or dipping noodles, is another way of eating ramen. Instead of a noodles in a bowl of hot soup, I got cold noodles and a small bowl of thick stock.

Take the noodles, dip into the stock and slurp loudly. I find this way of eating ramen fun because I rarely get this type of noodles back in Singapore

Tsuke men

Tsuke men

For an extra 100 yen, I added on an iced coffee. yums

Iced coffee
Iced coffee

Udon

I visited the guidebook-famous Sankoku Ichi at Shinjuku for dinner before heading to the onsen theme park.

Sankoku ichi at Shinjuku
Sankoku ichi at Shinjuku

The interior had a vintage Japanese restaurant feeling with low ceiling, wooden floor, tables and chairs.

Katsu udon miso soup

Katsu udon miso soup

Separately I love tonkatsu (fried, breaded pork cutlets), udon and miso soup so I ordered the Nagoya-style udon which was a combination of all three things.

Unfortunately, the sum was not bigger than the parts.

My pork chop sat on top of my udon in a shallow dish of miso. The crispy fried battered skin was soggy because of the soup. The udon didn’t have much soup to go with. The soup was tainted by the salty tonkatsu sauce. The veggie which I don’t eat was left as decoration.

If I ever go to the restaurant again, I will chose a plain udon.

#FoodFri My love affair with Japanese food

Floating udon

Floating udon
Floating udon

When I was a kid, having Japanese food was a rare treat.

The Japanese restaurant that my family goes to most often started its business when I was just in high school. The place was different from the usual rowdy Chinese restaurants and had beautiful finished puzzles of Japanese beauties on the wall.

Each university vacation, my parents would take the family to the Japanese restaurant–Miyabi–for dinner. For me, Japanese food signified family.

Before my trip to Japan for summer school at the end of my third year, I read about the variety of Japanese food in my guidebooks. Back then, I didn’t understand why anyone would choose to eat wasabi. For me, Japanese food signified the exotic.

Today, I voluntarily scoop out the green spicy paste and mix a bit of soy sauce to it. I could slurp a bowl of udon/ramen as loudly as the Japanese businessman could. For me, Japanese food signified delicious meals.

Now, I am finishing this post at Changi Airport. In 8 hours, I will be in Tokyo where I will spend the weekend having fun before starting my business trip on Monday.

Even though I have not fully planned out my itinerary, I have made up my mind what I want to eat: sushi at Tsukiji, Monjayaki, udon, ramen, old Edo-styled tempura, rice balls from the convenience store and lots and lots of cheap conveyor belt sushi.

I leave you with this fascinating outdoor advertisement for a udon shop.

Other Japan eats:
What does fugu tastes like?
#FoodFri Silk pudding @ Tokyo, Japan
#FoodFri Breakfast @ Kyoto National Museum
#FoodFri Japanese fast food: Nakau

This blog post was inspired by BootsnAll’s Indie Travel Challenge weekly travel blog project.
Week 35 of the Indie Travel Challenge is all about Food in Asia: You have to pick one country in Asia to eat from for a month. What country do you pick? Why?